Beth looks over at Reggie lying next to her on the bed and slowly slides her naked body over him leaving her lovely breast pressed against his upper chest as she unhooks the phone from the wall. She smiles as she crawls out of bed and slowly gets to her feet looking back at Reggie who looks on with a look of shy lust in his eyes as she walks into the kitchen and pulls out the pizza with a nearby oven mitt. She turns to him wearing only a single oven mitt shakes a little bit giving him a little show as she bends down to pull out a pizza cutter

As we are escorted to our seats by the hostess, I can see the men and woman look in turn; the men looking at my wife as we pass, and their wives looking in consternation at their husbands simply for looking. It is not the sound of her heels crushing the peanut shells on the floor of the steakhouse that grab their attention, but rather the long expanse of semi-opaque beige fabric that stretches quite literally from her shoes to the hemline on her mini-skirt. The article of clothing is simply known as nylons.

" My question was innocent enough, and yet she still looked up at me with wary eyes. "Im sorry, I dont. The bus should come soon though, Ive been here a while." I hesitated, and nodded. She went back to reading her book, and all I could do was stare. She was here every day, waiting to go home from where ever she had come. Usually the bus stop was packed but tonight it was only the two of us. She was so beautiful, I wondered why she didnt have anyone to pick her up- or a car of her own or something.

Amy Lynn Steele tried her best to hold the umbrella directly over her head as she walked through the downpour that had been battering the city all night. It was a valiant effort, but twice the heavy gale had folded her umbrella in half. Seeking refuge in the doorway of a deli, Amy fought with the contraption until she managed to get it back into its protective position. It now kept the rain from falling about her shoulders and ruining the make-up on her face, but her fumbling with it had cost her precious time and she was already late for work.

Amy Lynn Steeles white canvas shoes barely made a sound as she stepped cautiously on the metal stairs that lead up the back wing of the Boston Commons Hotel. While the hotel itself was quite posh, the rear staircase was completely utilitarian, with hard metal treads, white cinder block walls and pipes and wires going in every possible direction. It certainly did not look like the place for a security camera to be needed, but as Amy paused on the fifth floor landing, she looked around for one nonetheless.

As Gabrielle opened one eye to greet the morning, she let out a slight moan, a sound to softly curse the bright sunshine falling across the bed, and to reprimand her husband for moving from their heavenly positions. Already she could feel his weight shift upon the bed and feel his arms slip out around her entwined body, a position they had snuggled up to late last night. Perhaps on any other night the two could not have slept in such a position so soundly, so cuddled up, their bodies pressing so tightly that sleep would

By the time I was Nineteen I was already quite muscular from sports and the changes of puberty. During the Xmas break in College, I was finally catching up on my sleep. I also began to awaken every day with an immense hard-on. I had heard about jerking off from the older boys on my sports teams. I experimented and learned the pleasures of touching myself. My older sister noticed that I was becoming quite grown up too.

Reggie and Beth had been friends for the last years growing up next store to each other through middle school and now towards the end of their high school years they grew closer and closer. Both had dated and messed around with the opposite sex but neither had gone all the way yetas they were both waiting for the right person to have there once in a lifetime moment with. Reggie was an all conference basketball player and ran track in the summer and Beth was all state on the swim team and currently worked at a local

As Gabrielle pulled into her driveway, she could not help but be almost overwhelmed with tears. Not more than three months ago the place was little more than an empty house with a For Sale sign out front. Now as she turned off the ignition and looked up through the vast expanse of glass of the front windshield, she could see her husband, toiling away on the cedar shingles on the side of their house.

As Gabrielle slipped through the throng of people at the airport, milling about waiting for their luggage to arrive, she could see Travis over in the corner patiently waiting for his luggage to bounce down the stainless steel slide and onto the noisy, rotating conveyor belt. It was not the first encounter she had really expected, but from his drawn out face, exhausted look and complete fatigue, she knew the long flight coast to coast had really taken its toll on him. "Hi Travis," she said with a grin and gave him a huge hug.